You probably guess this, but let me afirm,
I'm cold and wavy, like home....
Wavy ain't always turbulent, afterall, only dead things lay still...
Cold ain't always apathetic... Sometimes its calm and peaceful... bliss...
My state of thoughtlessness I mean.
Flip off the switch so the fallen gods can rise again,
When the human has been put to sleep...
For sometimes in pain, we discover joy and a mild case of schizophrenia...
The older i get, the more unpredictable I become...
The stillness in my eyes and my unexplainable euphoria has made the unconscious ones call me cold and delusional...
Well, how does a girl explain the state of thoughtlesness to spiritual illiterates who have deliberately refused enlightenment ?

© A. S. Adaora